Thursday, July 19, 2012

Friday Flash 55 Number Two

She gasped loudly, looking at her finger tip on the cutting board, considered ice, the ER, stitches, follow up doctor visits, expense. “Mom are you ok? when is dinner?” Her son called from his room. Grabbing a towel for the blood, she washed off the board and a bit of herself went down the drain.

SHK-congrats !!! grab the spotlight when you can <3G-Man-enjoying the challenge of making it EXACTLY 55, structure can be good.CD-oh, this was years ago, my finger tip literally grew back. Digits are amazing.

Ditto what Crafty Green said. And great Flash Fiction. What a neat exercise these are.

The incident reminds me a bit of when I cut my finger to the bone with my really sharp pocket knife at the museum once. Washed it, wrapped it, asked a co-worker if it looked like it needed stitches, she said no because she didn't want to look, splinted it, then the doc later that day said she would have stitched it if I'd come in when it happened, but that I'd done a good job with splint and wrap, so it wasn't necessary. Whew. I was really dreading the stitching ordeal.